Written with Care, Signed with Blood
General Summary
Kara,
It’s been about a week since we escaped the cannibal-infested shithole of Maplehood. After that, we headed down south and encountered Frontier. Do you remember when you told me the people in Get High Falls were all just a bunch of crazy asshats? Well, you were right. I wanted to shoot the place up. Should've killed them all.
I know I promised to come back once I finished up my last job, but I have a debt to repay and I'm not gonna just skimp out on that even if it means settling in Wedgeward for now. The least I could do for the old man was help his source get up and running before heading out. For that, I hope you can forgive me.
One morning I headed out to do some patrolling. I’ve basically been making sure no tries to fuck us over and blow our shit up. I think I’ve been doing a good job at it, too. I’ve only had to kill like eight people.
“The source is open to all.”
As I approached the entrance to the cave I saw Spicket speaking with a dude who looked like he walked straight out of a psychotic rave. His skin was marked with vibrant colors, some which I don’t even know the name of, and dark sharp lines crossing together to form weird shapes. If LSD hallucinations were a person, I think this guy would be it.
“What’s your name?”
“Hook...worm” His wild eyes constantly moved through every inch of his socket, never staying in the same place for more than a moment.
I narrowed my eyes at him. This fucker looked like trouble with baggage. The trouble I could handle. Baggage was a different story.
“Very well,” said Spicket. “You may partake in the source. But only if you agree to my rules..”
Do no violence Don’t touch what isn’t yours Keep your agreements
I was already out based on just that first rule alone, but I made sure to control myself away from the source. Even I can’t take on Spicket when he’s pissed.
“Yes, yes I agree! Now please grant me the gift of the Source!” His eagerness was concerning and also really fucking annoying. He noticed my presence I’m sure my gaze was making him feel uncomfortable.
“Y...yes?” he said sheepishly.
“The fuck are you looking at?!” I snarled at him; he immediately cowered. What a pussy.
“N-Nothing!..nothing..” he looked away and Spicket began leading him inside. I was just messing with him, but at least I came to know he wouldn’t be any trouble.
Now the only thing to left to worry about is the shit he might’ve dragged with him…
A few moments passed, and as I began to leave, I watched a delirious looking Greg stumble his way in. He was dressed like shit, and his leg looked pretty fucked. Having just lost his best friend and being forced to leave his body in lying in some ditch must’ve been taking its toll.
“Heyyy guysss...wha’s goin’ on?” he was slurring his words, almost comically.
“Are...you high?” I asked. Of course, he was high, I just didn’t want to believe it.
Spicket turned his head. “Damnit, Greg! What the hell are you doing?“
He loosely turned his head toward Spicket. “Ay yo Spicket! Jus’ the guy I was lookin’ for!” He inched his way forward using his busted leg and leaned in toward Spicket. “Could you hook me up with that” he paused for a bit and looked around, “Source?” poorly attempting to whisper it to him.
Spicket cocked an eyebrow and his expression turned furious. “What the hell? Of course not! Just look at you!” he gestured toward Greg’s overall appearance, “You are not worthy of it!”
“Aw don’ be like that!” said Greg, giving Spicket a pleading look. He was starting to piss me off.
“Tch!” Spicket turned around and began to lead a bewildered Hookworm deeper into the cave.
“Hey wait!” Gregory attempted to give chase. I approached him from behind and lightly tapped his shoulder.
As he fell unconscious I caught him and slowly laid his unconscious body on the ground. I can’t help but pity him, but drugs are shit I don’t fuck it. I can’t respect a man like that. Face reality head-on and move-on. It’s less painful that way. You know this as well.
The whole thing pissed me off. I headed out to do my patrol. The thick smell of burnt rubber filled the air, and a crimson ray cast itself upon the desolated street corner. I headed left, away from Greg’s radio shack. I needed to blow off some stream. You know how cranky I can get, especially when there’s no action.
Ruined buildings sat in constant view as I headed down the street. Any semblance of civilization that might’ve been there felt all but gone. It reminded me of our home, but this felt even more desolate. I continued down for a bit until I found a bloodied and bruised woman laying on the ground. As I approached, she raised her head and stretched her hand out towards my direction.
“P...please...” she began to speak. Her eyes were lifeless, just like yours had once been.
Before she could finish, and without hesitation, I pulled out my gun and shot her straight in the head. Her body went limp.
I holstered my gun. What was she trying to say?. I felt my hand become heavy. The red light that surrounded me poured into my hand, and in it, for a moment, I saw my reflection.
Did I kill her as an act of mercy? To end her suffering in a brutal an unforgiving world? Or did I kill her to satiate my lust for death? It’s become so hard to tell these days.
I headed back. I didn’t want to head out too far and be up shit creek without a paddle. I needed to make sure that dumbass Hookworm wasn’t causing any trouble. As I approached the entrance I ran into the front guard, Stalker. I like Stalker. He always has my back when shit gets fucked, and people like him are hard to come by. Don’t be jealous; I’m sure he only sees us as friends.
“So, what did you shoot?” he asked eagerly.
I scratched my head, still not fully aware of what I’d done. “I dunno, some dying bitch.”
He smiled “Nice, bro!”
“She was gonna die anyway,” I said, in almost a knee-jerk fashion.
He raised an eyebrow. “You...don’t have to justify it.”
I gave a light chuckle and descended into the cave’s darkness.
But he’s right; why did I justify it?
I hope you can bear without me a bit longer. I miss you, and I don’t feel like myself when you’re not around. I can only hope all of this will be over soon, and I.
Sincerely,
Ogma
P.S.
I almost forgot about Hookworm. I did some recon and looks like his gang is more fucked up that I initially thought. I saw them all yelling loudly with people burning over a blue fire. It was some cool ass psychedelic shit. I mean, it looks like based on that, some weird new fuckers who joined up, Gregory getting kicked out, and some bitch called the Sludge Mother, I think it’ll be a while before I can head home.
It’s been about a week since we escaped the cannibal-infested shithole of Maplehood. After that, we headed down south and encountered Frontier. Do you remember when you told me the people in Get High Falls were all just a bunch of crazy asshats? Well, you were right. I wanted to shoot the place up. Should've killed them all.
I know I promised to come back once I finished up my last job, but I have a debt to repay and I'm not gonna just skimp out on that even if it means settling in Wedgeward for now. The least I could do for the old man was help his source get up and running before heading out. For that, I hope you can forgive me.
One morning I headed out to do some patrolling. I’ve basically been making sure no tries to fuck us over and blow our shit up. I think I’ve been doing a good job at it, too. I’ve only had to kill like eight people.
“The source is open to all.”
As I approached the entrance to the cave I saw Spicket speaking with a dude who looked like he walked straight out of a psychotic rave. His skin was marked with vibrant colors, some which I don’t even know the name of, and dark sharp lines crossing together to form weird shapes. If LSD hallucinations were a person, I think this guy would be it.
“What’s your name?”
“Hook...worm” His wild eyes constantly moved through every inch of his socket, never staying in the same place for more than a moment.
I narrowed my eyes at him. This fucker looked like trouble with baggage. The trouble I could handle. Baggage was a different story.
“Very well,” said Spicket. “You may partake in the source. But only if you agree to my rules..”
Do no violence Don’t touch what isn’t yours Keep your agreements
I was already out based on just that first rule alone, but I made sure to control myself away from the source. Even I can’t take on Spicket when he’s pissed.
“Yes, yes I agree! Now please grant me the gift of the Source!” His eagerness was concerning and also really fucking annoying. He noticed my presence I’m sure my gaze was making him feel uncomfortable.
“Y...yes?” he said sheepishly.
“The fuck are you looking at?!” I snarled at him; he immediately cowered. What a pussy.
“N-Nothing!..nothing..” he looked away and Spicket began leading him inside. I was just messing with him, but at least I came to know he wouldn’t be any trouble.
Now the only thing to left to worry about is the shit he might’ve dragged with him…
A few moments passed, and as I began to leave, I watched a delirious looking Greg stumble his way in. He was dressed like shit, and his leg looked pretty fucked. Having just lost his best friend and being forced to leave his body in lying in some ditch must’ve been taking its toll.
“Heyyy guysss...wha’s goin’ on?” he was slurring his words, almost comically.
“Are...you high?” I asked. Of course, he was high, I just didn’t want to believe it.
Spicket turned his head. “Damnit, Greg! What the hell are you doing?“
He loosely turned his head toward Spicket. “Ay yo Spicket! Jus’ the guy I was lookin’ for!” He inched his way forward using his busted leg and leaned in toward Spicket. “Could you hook me up with that” he paused for a bit and looked around, “Source?” poorly attempting to whisper it to him.
Spicket cocked an eyebrow and his expression turned furious. “What the hell? Of course not! Just look at you!” he gestured toward Greg’s overall appearance, “You are not worthy of it!”
“Aw don’ be like that!” said Greg, giving Spicket a pleading look. He was starting to piss me off.
“Tch!” Spicket turned around and began to lead a bewildered Hookworm deeper into the cave.
“Hey wait!” Gregory attempted to give chase. I approached him from behind and lightly tapped his shoulder.
As he fell unconscious I caught him and slowly laid his unconscious body on the ground. I can’t help but pity him, but drugs are shit I don’t fuck it. I can’t respect a man like that. Face reality head-on and move-on. It’s less painful that way. You know this as well.
The whole thing pissed me off. I headed out to do my patrol. The thick smell of burnt rubber filled the air, and a crimson ray cast itself upon the desolated street corner. I headed left, away from Greg’s radio shack. I needed to blow off some stream. You know how cranky I can get, especially when there’s no action.
Ruined buildings sat in constant view as I headed down the street. Any semblance of civilization that might’ve been there felt all but gone. It reminded me of our home, but this felt even more desolate. I continued down for a bit until I found a bloodied and bruised woman laying on the ground. As I approached, she raised her head and stretched her hand out towards my direction.
“P...please...” she began to speak. Her eyes were lifeless, just like yours had once been.
Before she could finish, and without hesitation, I pulled out my gun and shot her straight in the head. Her body went limp.
I holstered my gun. What was she trying to say?. I felt my hand become heavy. The red light that surrounded me poured into my hand, and in it, for a moment, I saw my reflection.
Did I kill her as an act of mercy? To end her suffering in a brutal an unforgiving world? Or did I kill her to satiate my lust for death? It’s become so hard to tell these days.
I headed back. I didn’t want to head out too far and be up shit creek without a paddle. I needed to make sure that dumbass Hookworm wasn’t causing any trouble. As I approached the entrance I ran into the front guard, Stalker. I like Stalker. He always has my back when shit gets fucked, and people like him are hard to come by. Don’t be jealous; I’m sure he only sees us as friends.
“So, what did you shoot?” he asked eagerly.
I scratched my head, still not fully aware of what I’d done. “I dunno, some dying bitch.”
He smiled “Nice, bro!”
“She was gonna die anyway,” I said, in almost a knee-jerk fashion.
He raised an eyebrow. “You...don’t have to justify it.”
I gave a light chuckle and descended into the cave’s darkness.
But he’s right; why did I justify it?
I hope you can bear without me a bit longer. I miss you, and I don’t feel like myself when you’re not around. I can only hope all of this will be over soon, and I.
Sincerely,
Ogma
P.S.
I almost forgot about Hookworm. I did some recon and looks like his gang is more fucked up that I initially thought. I saw them all yelling loudly with people burning over a blue fire. It was some cool ass psychedelic shit. I mean, it looks like based on that, some weird new fuckers who joined up, Gregory getting kicked out, and some bitch called the Sludge Mother, I think it’ll be a while before I can head home.
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What went well: I like the tie in to the previous piece, and the letter format is a good way to go about that. The postscript is a nice touch, it shows a bit of time between him writing the letter and presumably sending it. You also do a pretty good job describing things without being overly poetic. Ogma seems like a fairly straight forward character, and you strike a nice balance between making the piece interesting and still seeming like something he would write. The line "If LSD hallucinations were a person, I think this guy would be it." stuck out to me especially. Your title is also on point. What needs work: While I like the letter format, I don't think you adhered to it as closely as you could have. Things like dialogue don't really make sense to write out, and you don't really address Kara until maybe halfway through the piece outside of the first two paragraphs. I understand the desire to write it like a normal vignette, but given the proposed format of the letter, I think it would have made more sense to show things as a recounting rather than as if we were watching it as it happened. The use of italics to denote Ogma's thoughts is similarly odd, since the whole piece is ostensibly his thoughts. You're already sort of breaking the fourth wall by addressing Kara, and his thoughts are scattered throughout. I think just turning the whole piece into his thoughts would be stronger.